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BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xiii
D’tai was a world of manufacturers and tradesmen, their busy crowded cities with their bustling commerce far removed from the relaxed atmosphere Thuringa once enjoyed. This was a world run on currency and its gleaming buildings were stacked like gigantic round coins or glass-enclosed rectangular promissory notes. The people of D’tai were dark-haired and prone to gain weight as they aged and prospered. They admired their yellow-eyed neighbors and had always enjoyed close fellowship despite the differences in cultures. They did not embrace each other’s cultural philosophy, but they did respect it.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xii
Gareth was not surprised when he was called to the Royal Chambers that evening. He was sure to be upbraided for his actions of late. After all, who was he to presume where the princess was concerned? Indeed, who was he to fight for or to court anyone? Cantina gossip or no, he noticed no woman looked his way lately, unless it was in speculation over his and Carrol's relationship.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
N.K Jemisin is Changing the Fantasy Landscape
When people ask me who my favourite fantasy writer is, I proudly respond with N.K. Jemisin. Since I found her book “The Fifth Season” in 2016, I quickly fell in love with her writing style and her blatant disregard for the rules of writing (who says you can’t write 2nd person narration well?).
By Michelle Pattison5 years ago in Futurism
The Dragon Master's Son 2
Chapter 2 'They are either very confident or very stupid,' John thought to himself, as he bumped along the rutted road in the back of the wagon, on top of all his father's work tools. If he had been a half decent apprentice, then by his age, with these tools, he would have been able to stun a fully grown adult. Maybe even a small group of men. But John wasn't an average apprentice. When it came to magic, he had the potential to be exceptional. He had been told, by his mother, that he was the sort of talent that came along once a century. Already, the dragon master, John’s father, was in awe of his powers: powers he had gained from his mother. Hadn't he just, with the flick of his wrists, frozen a dragon in flight? But for now, he needed to play his part. Be the dragon master's innocent son. He needed information. Where was his father? Who had taken him? What did they want? Was it the same people who had sent the dragon to pluck him from the stream? Yes, for now, John needed to wait, watch and learn all he could.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Futurism
Tales of Elandria
Chapter Two Home Shiloh woke to a well-lit room. Looking down, she found herself lying on a clean and comfortable bed. Fresh bandages covered most of her body, her tattered tunic having been replaced with a new one. The clean fabric hugged her tired skin, warming her in a way she had forgotten was possible. Her head felt light and fuzzy with medicine.
By LeRissa Crider5 years ago in Futurism
Furui Okami(The Old Wolf)
Junichiro opened his eyes, he felt the many aches and pains of age but he wouldn’t trade them. He went through his daily routine around his property. All and all it was a quiet day that he would likely spend dozing by the river and fishing, the spoils he had earned with retirement. He knelt down for his morning meditation, then he heard the screams. It was a queer sound, Junichiro had chosen this town because it was so small, because time had forgotten it, this warranted investigating. Junichiro rose again, cursing the soreness in his joints. He put on his cloak, gathered his walking stick, and departed. Junichiro pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, the morning frost was still on the air. Perhaps it was an omen, though Junichiro never took stock in such things, he believed in facts in what was tangible the only omen he needed that something was wrong were the screams on the air. Whatever this was, he wanted it over quickly so Junichiro quickened his pace.
By Demitrius Covington5 years ago in Futurism
Free
“There’s Always Room for Sweets!” Queenie shrieked. I winced as her shrill voice broke through the soft buzzing of the crowd. She was a portly woman, covered head to toe in pink. Gold rings were squashed onto her sausage-like fingers, but they were barely visible through her icing-laden hands. Queenie was truly vile, but these people were all under her spell. The gowns, the suits, the music—All an illusion. The only things that were real were the decadent confections, which she insisted on stuffing her face with.
By Troullette 5 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter ix
The Armada’s General Population Quarters were sturdy but also hastily built and offered dull gray walls. The few windows available were on the observation decks, covered by blast shielding for the journey. The engineers tried to improve the lighting but the ships for the most part were dim and depressing, and definitely had an adverse affect on the people. It was hard to be hopeful in a constant shade of fog. They were grateful to have museum artwork to display.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Book 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter viii
There was nothing the engineers could do about the Oceanic ship Freen. Ordinarily, a Thuringi ship could travel through the wormholes of space and execute a leap across vast distances in hardly any time at all. Theoretically, the three general population quarter ships could be strengthened to withstand the trip through the wormholes if they could get the proper materials to do so and if they had a few years’ time to reinforce the ships. And if they could be certain the Shargassi would not attack again during that vulnerable time.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
The Dragon Master's Son
Chapter 1 He was up to his knees in cold water, his eyes scanning the stream and his feet, ice cold, no longer had any feeling. But still, John didn't move. He waited, with the stealth of an eagle, for the small fish to make its move. It lay, silent and virtually motionless, beneath a rock in the stream. Only the occasional flick of a fin gave its position away.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Futurism
